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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, tryna scope this scene. Streets buzzin’, lights flashin’, I’m thinkin’—damn, this like *Moolaadé* vibes, but twisted! You know, that flick—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, my fave—where them women fight back, sayin’ “No more!” to the bullshit? Here I am, divin’ into this underworld, wonderin’—who’s sayin’ “No more!” to this hustle?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

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I get so mad sometimes at how folks overlook the beauty in everyday messy life. A car honks too much at 5th & Elm? Eh, it’s life, man. I love it 'cause it makes the city feel alive. Ain't it wild how even the chaos in Rayne tells ya somethin'? The quirks and randomness, the familiar smells of fried dough on a chilly evening, or the way a smile in a crowded street can change your whole day.

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